Dreaming

Last night I had the strangest dream...
I sailed away to China,
In a little row boat to find ya,
And you said you had to get your laundry clean.
Didn't want no one to hold you - what did that mean?

Old 80's song aside, I really did have a strange dream last night.  Or was it this morning?  It was a combination High School, Renaissance Faire, work and movie dream.  It was very odd and yet now I can't remember a bit of it.  Funny how dreams do that to you.  I keep a notebook and pen next to my bed so that I can write these things down but I never seem to wake-up fully enough to do this.

I did once write down something about a lion and a circus train.  But when I woke up and read it, it made no sense to me.  Something with a lion and feathers.  A Griffin maybe?  Heck if I could remember.

My real life dreams are just as complicated.  I want to someday have my own animal sanctuary/rescue.  I want to be a pet behaviorist.  I want to be a lawyer or maybe a judge.  I want to have my own business.  I want to be a baker, or an artist (but I'm not terribly artistic) or maybe own a bar.  I want to have a family, or maybe not have a family.  I want to move to the Pacific NW but I want to stay here.  I want to not have to worry about money.  I want to be a writer.  I want to be thin.  I want to be a belly dancer.  I want to win the lottery.  I want to start my own non-profit to help cancer patients and their families.  I want Firefly to come back on the air with new episodes.  I want a lot.  I dream a lot.

I got a lot of dreams.